I was sitting in the boat when Jesus called out: «Come to me!» Walking on water has been an overarching desire in me ever since I began following Him. There He was summoning me and calling me to do the works He did, yeah, even greater works according to Him. I recognized that desire to join Him as being planted in my heart by the Spirit. Of course I want to see people healed, to call into manifestation by my word those things that already exist in the invisible. Call me by whatever name you wish whether it is crazy, stupid or naïve for believing Jesus, but I jumped out of the boat and actually walked on waters. How can I with words describe the exhilaration that flooded my being when I joined Him in His supernatural works. I spoke word after word anticipating them to be His words that would bring into expression the things He desired and which were desires I firmly believed He had planted in my heart.
However, I am no better than Peter. I soon got transfixed by appearances. I felt the howling wind, became soaked by the hard rain and I had only eyes for the high waves. Paralyzed by everything that came against me through my five natural senses I began to sink. And I sank rapidly. Now I know how Peter felt when water seemed to be the only reality in his existence. To fight against it was hopeless. Didn’t he also face confusion and self-flagellation as he sank? And the inevitable question: Where is God? Was I totally mistaken? Was every word I had uttered void and empty somehow originating in my own over-active imagination? Was I living in a fantasy? Had God lied to me asserting that I could do the works of Jesus?
Then a firm hand seizes my hand and pulls me out of the water. With mirth in His eyes Jesus safely places me in the boat. Then He speaks a word and the storm dies out. And it dawns upon me that the storm was only appearances and that it is possible to walk on waters when I learn to see through these outer disturbances to what is real. I can’t help myself, but say to Him: “I want to do it again!”